“Just don’t do anything to wake up my parents!” she warned me.
“Honey, if they catch us now, no matter what happens, we are both dead! If you’re going to scream out my name, pull a pillow over your face!” With that, I went to work. Now, while eating pussy isn’t always my favorite meal, it isn’t a bad menu choice, either, and the ladies certainly think it’s a good idea. Likewise, while creampies aren’t my fetish of choice, Marilyn had cleaned up enough it wasn’t a problem. I avoided trying to lick my way to China, and concentrated on that little red nub hidden away at the top. Within seconds Marilyn was thrashing underneath me, and whimpering loudly.
For the first few minutes, Marilyn had her hands in my hair, holding me head in place between her legs. That didn’t last long, however; within ten minutes, Marilyn was demanding, in a hoarse whisper, that I get on top of her and fuck her. I gave a last lick to her clit and moved back into position. She wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my head. Her eyes were closed and her head was tucked into the corner of my neck and shoulder, and she was holding onto me for dear life. Marilyn moaned and whimpered beneath me, and I could feel her kissing and sucking on my neck.
I was going to have a hickey in the morning. I decided to let Marilyn explain that one!
Because I had already come twice that night, I was able to last longer, and I gave Marilyn a good ride. Still, she looked and felt so good, and she was being so enthusiastic, when I did come, it was another nice load, and I felt a pleasant ache in my nuts from being drained out. I was done for the night. We slowly untangled and I gently kissed my beloved. “I love you so much!” I whispered to her.
“Oh, I wish I didn’t have to leave here,” she said.
“Well, if you don’t somebody is going to be very surprised in the morning!”
“No shit!” She smiled at me. “I’d better get dressed again.” She reached out and grabbed for her tee shirt and jeans.
I grabbed my own pants. “I told you I could win the bet.”
“What? Oh! I think you cheated!”
“How?” I asked with a laugh.
“I don’t know, but you must have cheated. I want a rematch!”
“Any time!”
By now Marilyn was dressed, though she had stuffed her bra and panties in her pants pockets. “What was the bet for, anyhow?”
I had to think about it for a second. “If I won, you’d go to bed with me, and if you won, I’d go to bed with you.”
“Spoken like a true mathematician!” She leaned down and kissed me. “We’ll have to see about that rematch.”
Chapter 36: Lefleur Homes
Well, I slept happy that night, let me tell the world! It was the sleep of a well fucked man! All good things must end, however, so I woke at six the next morning when my alarm clock went off. I stumbled off to the bathroom, where I found that, yes, Marilyn had given me a hickey. It was low down, where it would be covered by a shirt, but only if it had a collar. No tee shirt today.
This reminded me of a time when my parents were staying with us. My Dad hadn’t gotten sick yet, so we must have been in our mid-forties, and Marilyn got extra amorous one night. My mother made a number of amused comments about my ‘bruise’ the next morning, much to my embarrassment!
I relieved myself, and then went back to the library. I cleaned up my bedroll and made sure the evidence had been cleaned up or destroyed, and then I changed. I put on some running shorts and yesterday’s tee shirt, and dug some socks and my running shoes out. It was time for my morning routine. I stretched the kinks out and then let myself out of the house.
It was cool in the morning, with dew on the grass, and I looked around at the neighborhood, such as it was. We were a couple of miles west of Commercial Drive, and the area was fairly rural. There were a number of dairy and vegetable farms in the immediate vicinity. While I wasn’t sure, I figured I was about three or four miles from the Oriskany Battlefield, max. I took off at any easy lope down the side of the road. There wasn’t much traffic at this hour.
I kept the pace down for the first mile or so, before picking it up a notch, and made it to the battlefield in about half an hour. It was definitely warm enough by then, or I was warm enough, that I took off my shirt and carried it. Once there, I wandered around in the parking lot, not that there was much to see. The Battle of Oriskany was one of the opening salvos in the Saratoga Campaign in the Revolution, but it was a small battle and not very well known. There isn’t even a visitor’s center, just a monument and some memorial plaques. After about ten minutes I ran back to the Lefleur house, and tried to up my pace, so that I had a good sweat going by the time I got there. I made it back about 7:15 or so, just in time to find some of the older Lefleur boys wandering around the parking lot.
I wiped my face with my shirt and walked up to them, blowing out and cooling down. It was Mark, Luke, and Gabriel, and they were looking at the old rust bucket Galaxie. “Hey guys, what’s up?” I asked.
“Where’ve you been?” asked Gabriel.
“Out running. I try to run or work out every morning.” I wiped my face off again.
“Where’d you run?” asked Luke, looking around the yard.
I pointed down the road. “I ran down to the battlefield and looked around, and then ran back.”
Luke stared at me. “The battlefield? The Oriskany Battlefield? That’s, like, miles away!”
I nodded. “Yeah, I guess so. It’s three, three-and-a-half miles or so. I wasn’t measuring it, but I left here at six, and I didn’t push it. I guess that’s right.”
Luke kept staring at me, and Mark, true to form, said, “Bullshit!”
I just smiled at my once and (hopefully) future brother-in-law, and I shrugged. “No, no bullshit. Come down and join me tomorrow morning. It’s a nice morning run. Or we can do calisthenics for an hour. You choose.”
Mark didn’t respond, but Gabriel asked, “Why?”
I leaned back against my car. “Oh, a bunch of reasons, but really, only two. First, I’m going to be a soldier. I need to be in shape. Second?” I hooked my thumb towards the house. “Girls like a guy who’s in shape.”
All three of them groaned and rolled their eyes at that, especially when the door opened up and Marilyn stuck her head out. “What are you doing out here? It’s freezing!”
I waved at her and I smiled at her brothers. “Like I said, there’s benefits to being in shape.”
“What’s that on your neck?” asked Gabriel, the youngest of them.
I grinned at that. I winked at the boys and answered, “Ask your sister.” Luke and Mark just groaned in disgust, but Gabriel was mystified. He wasn’t quite at the age where girls mattered.
I headed towards the door with the boys following.
Needless to say, the hall bathroom upstairs was occupied when I got there. I just sat down on the floor and waited. Eventually it was free and I got inside before anybody else got any smart ideas. I made it a quick shower and shave, and then changed into clean khakis and a sports shirt. I grabbed my stuff and went back downstairs; the bathroom was filled as soon as I left it!
I found Marilyn and the three boys in the kitchen with their mother, along with a couple of the smaller kids. Marilyn looked at me curiously, and said, “Gabe says there’s something on your neck?” Behind her, Luke and Mark were damn near breaking up with laughter, and Harriet was eyeing us curiously as well.
I just gave her an innocent look and shrugged my shoulders. “No idea what he’s talking about, hun.” I leaned in and kissed her quickly. There was a basket of apples on the corner table, and I grabbed one. “Want one?”
“No thanks. So, you went running this morning? Down to the battlefield?”